Ah, New York.... My bud's the astronaut catching up to his Pluto-loving gang (1:30 or so).
Cheers.
Ah, New York.... My bud's the astronaut catching up to his Pluto-loving gang (1:30 or so).
Cheers.
Upper chicken house to the right. Corral and barn to the left. The old cotton gin used to sit in the valley on the other side of the oak trees. Myrtice Reed's trailer park above barn. Behind right oak, fire department (first thanks to eminent domain), Crystal Farms egg plant, and great-grandfather's house (not visible). Between the oaks you can see the expansion of Hwy 53 into four lanes with median. Chain link fence shows incursion into our property. Chestnut Mountain in background.
Front of the upper chicken house, upper farm. The slats are pulled out over the hall (that's cobwebs and feathers and chunks of dried manure hanging from them). Metallic nests have been raised to accomodate the top of the Kubota and New Holland loader. The red drinker bells have been hung for the same purpose. The darker side of the wall is composed of fogger pads, which absord water from a mist system and hold cool moisture as fans draw it toward the back of the house. The house is basically clean, although you can see one blob of poop in the bottom right corner.The road less traveled. Same house, halfway down. I'm standing where the slats would be normally. You can see a long metal trough at the upper left of the picture behind the drinker and at the top center. The system here is simple: The chickens eat from the troughs, poop, which falls between the chinks of the slats to the floor, then walk over to the nests and lay their eggs. We then pull back the slats and clean out the manure. Above me you can see parts of the contraption that runs feed into the house from large bins outside.
This side was especially nasty. The highway's being expanded and new water lines put in. Water pressure is all over the place (workers also accidentally removed the pressure reducer valve at the road), blowing the hoses off the drinkers randomly, and flooding the house if you don't catch it. Note the ruts in the floor. There's no traction here--it's like quicksand, black, foul quicksand. I bottomed out the loader here real good. Dirt's been brought in from the deep red bank outside to solidify the muck and fill up the subsequent swale. It's been semi-effective.
Memento mori indeed.

Thanks to" the oldest flat-top haircut site" for the pic: http://www.pathguy.com/flattop.htm.